Chapter 2243 - 2241: Crushing Suppression

Feng Wuchen had already decided to properly teach Mo Qingshan, who was arrogant beyond measure, a lesson.

Too conceited!

If he didn’t show Mo Qingshan some color, he’d truly believe he’s invincible!

Feng Wuchen’s gaze became extremely cold.

In that instant, Mo Qingshan only felt as if he was being stared at by a fierce and vicious wolf.

His spine chilled, and his scalp tingled.

But then Mo Qingshan’s anger soared; he was actually frightened by Feng Wuchen’s mere glance.

Is this still the number one genius of the Heavenly God Realm?

"A world beyond worlds? Do you think you’re qualified to say that in front of me? In the domain of Sword Dao, even Ye Jianying is nothing in front of me. Do you really believe having the Sacred Sword lets you overshadow me? Simply foolish to the extreme!" Mo Qingshan said gloomily, his face bulging with anger.

Although the Sacred Sword can counter the Divine Sword, in the powerful domain of Sword Dao and sword techniques, it makes no impact.

This is why Mo Qingshan is so arrogantly proud.

Feng Wuchen coldly stared at Mo Qingshan, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved into a slight smile, neither a sneer nor a wicked grin, just an ordinary smile.

Yet this smile caused Mo Qingshan’s heart to skip a beat. Could Feng Wuchen in the Sword Dao domain have surpassed him?

Absolutely impossible!

Yet, Feng Wuchen’s faint smile brought unprecedented pressure to Mo Qingshan.

"You talk too much." Pointing his sword at Mo Qingshan, Feng Wuchen said indifferently, "Today I’ll show you that your Jing Hong Phantom Sword technique is not the strongest!"

"Arrogant!" Mo Qingshan exclaimed furiously, holding a top-tier Divine Sword and immediately booming out like a blue lightning, carrying the power to pierce the heavens and earth towards Feng Wuchen.

Mo Qingshan had decided; he was going to utterly crush Feng Wuchen in the domain of Sword Dao and make him lose face!

Mo Qingshan arrived in an instant, stabbing out a sword that seemed ordinary, but was exceptionally sharp.

Feng Wuchen could see that this sword was incredibly dominant.

Reserving no effort, Feng Wuchen met the sword cleanly without any flourish.

"Ding!"

"Buzz!"

With a sharp, crisp sound at the tip, the two domineering forces collided, seemingly experiencing unprecedented resistance; neither could advance an inch.

"Your power can reach the realm of a One-star Main God; it seems your physical body is extremely strong, but it should be your limit, right?" Mo Qingshan said coldly, unsurprised that Feng Wuchen could block his sword.

Feng Wuchen said nothing, seemingly acknowledging.

After all, Mo Qingshan’s sword was full-powered.

Feng Wuchen’s silence surprisingly made Mo Qingshan slightly smug inside.

Without further words, Mo Qingshan attacked again, his speed reaching an ultimate peak, resembling a single thrust but hidden within were tens of thousands of attack moves, tremendously domineering and ferocious.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo!"

Feng Wuchen’s figure flickered continually, creating a dense array of afterimages in the void.

"It appears to be an illusion, yet it’s a real existence; a sword with endless transformations, the essence of the sword technique’s profundity," Feng Wuchen thought to himself, highly evaluating the Jing Hong Phantom Sword technique.

His mind recalled the moment Mo Qingshan’s sword cleaving his sword brilliance into countless fragments.

The Jing Hong Phantom Sword technique is indeed frightening.

If it were anyone else, this sword might have forced them into defeat.

But unfortunately for Mo Qingshan, he faced Feng Wuchen.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

As Feng Wuchen’s figure flashed, a series of sharp metallic clings resounded.

"Dong Huangxiu’s sword technique, a presence that dominates the Seven Divine Realms, is not something you can contend with. I wonder how long you can hold out," Mo Qingshan said disdainfully, assuming a lofty posture as if Feng Wuchen was just an ant before him.

But as Mo Qingshan’s words fell, his face turned to stone.

Feng Wuchen had surprisingly blocked all the intangible swords without missing one.

Those were tens of thousands of intangible swords, and Feng Wuchen had blocked them all in an instant.

With the same level of cultivation, who could withstand this?

Ye Jianying probably couldn’t achieve it!

"This sword of yours isn’t all that impressive, flashy but lacking substance, too ostentatious." Feng Wuchen said coldly, now wielding the Dragon God Sword as he charged at Mo Qingshan, his gaze cold and fierce.

"Humph! This is just the beginning; breaking my sword, you have earned the right to witness the true power of Jing Hong Phantom Sword technique!" Mo Qingshan said coldly, defiantly shooting out.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Buzz!"

The fierce battle unfolded; Mo Qingshan now held nothing back, displaying his extraordinary sword skills to their fullest, with dominating aggressive moves, each sword extremely intense and sharp, continually suppressing Feng Wuchen.

Each sword clash caused the space to tremble thrice.

"The Alliance Hierarch is falling behind, such powerful sword technique!" Yang Meier exclaimed, astonished.

"Jing Hong Phantom Sword technique is too domineering, Brother Feng’s moves are entirely countered, even just blocking is exceedingly difficult." Ling Xiaoxiao said anxiously, seeing Feng Wuchen suppressed by his opponent in Sword Dao for the first time.

"Every sword seals Brother Feng, there’s no chance to make a move, and even if he does, it’s instantly countered." Liu Qingyang said with a frown, as a fellow swordsman, he could naturally see Feng Wuchen was very passive.

No one refuted; they all could see.

This is...

Mie Di and Mie Yuan exchanged glances, extremely shocked.

Ye Jianying was even more astonished, his eyes widening, completely petrified at the scene.

Others didn’t notice his expression; their attention was fully on Feng Wuchen.

In the ferocious battle, Feng Wuchen was occupied with defending against Mo Qingshan’s dominating and ferocious sword moves, finding it almost impossible to counter-attack, struggling even just to fend off the bizarre moves.

In just a few minutes, Feng Wuchen’s body bore more than a dozen sword wounds.

"Feng Wuchen, I’ve seen through you; in Sword Dao domain, you’re nothing but trash, the Sun and Moon Temple has countless disciples stronger than you, Jing Hong Phantom Sword technique’s thirty-six moves, you can’t even block, unable to fend against the power of the sword techniques." Mo Qingshan pressed down on Feng Wuchen, excited and increasingly dismissive of Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen said nothing, his expression serious, treating each of Mo Qingshan’s moves with utmost seriousness.

Feng Wuchen sometimes frowned, sometimes puzzled, sometimes bewildered, appearing to contemplate rather than battle.

Within ten minutes, Feng Wuchen was covered in sword wounds, his blood staining his clothes red.

The Dragon God Palace crowd was profoundly worried, burning with anxiety.

The Sun and Moon Temple crowd cheered excitedly and shouted to kill Feng Wuchen.

"Feng Wuchen, didn’t you want to compete in swordsmanship with me? Isn’t this the opportunity? Tell me about a world beyond worlds, such ignorance and foolishness!" Mo Qingshan said disdainfully, like a teacher reprimanding a student.

"Is it over?" Seeing Mo Qingshan suddenly pause, Feng Wuchen startled, asking in shock.

But Feng Wuchen’s question left Mo Qingshan dumbfounded.

What does it mean?

What does ’over’ imply?

Mo Qingshan’s smug face turned completely sullen.

Has Feng Wuchen reached an incurable level?